$name1 is lonely in a hotel bar after a big argument with her husband. There, she runs into $name2. A cheerful, friendly, athletic black man…
$name1 sat at the hotel bar, the martini glass in her hand reflecting the soft glow of the vintage light fixture above. The ice cubes clinked gently as she swirled the drink, her mind a thousand miles away, still embroiled in the heated argument she’d had with her husband earlier that afternoon. She was here on a business trip, supposed to be wooing potential clients, but all she could think about was the storm brewing back home.
The bar was filled with the low hum of conversation and the rhythmic clinking of glasses.
$name1 couldn’t help but feel like an island in the sea of chatter, her own thoughts too loud to allow for much else. She took a sip of her martini, the cold liquid burning a path down her throat, when she felt a presence beside her.
“That’s a serious look for a nightcap,” a voice said, deep and smooth like velvet. She turned to see him, a man with warm brown skin, a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and a suit that fit him like a glove.
His hair was cut short, a style that suited his strong jawline. He was looking at her with an easy confidence, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored pants.
“Is it that obvious?” $name1 replied, offering him a small smile. “I was just… lost in thought.”
“Well, I’m sure whatever it is, it’ll still be there in the morning. Mind if I join you?” he asked, gesturing to the empty stool beside her.
$name1 hesitated for a moment, then smiled and scooted over. “Be my guest.”
He sat down, signaling the bartender with a nod.
“Another martini for the lady, and a whiskey, neat, for me,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent unexpected shivers down $name1’s spine.
The bartender nodded and quickly retrieved their drinks, smoothly sliding them across the polished mahogany bar. $name1 picked up her martini, the condensation from the glass beading on her fingers.
“To new friends,” $name2 said, raising his glass.
$name1 clinked her glass against his, the sound echoing lightly in the dimly lit bar. “To new friends,” she echoed, taking a sip.
“I’m $name1, by the way. Here on business, but feeling more like I’m on vacation from my life.”
$name2 chuckled, a sound that seemed to roll off his tongue like a well-rehearsed joke. “I’m $name2. Sounds like you’ve had a day. Business trip can be a pain, especially when you’re not feeling it.”
$name1 nodded, appreciating his understanding. “Yeah, something like that. And you? What brings you to this charming little watering hole?”
$name2 sipped his whiskey, his eyes never leaving hers. “Just passing through. I travel a lot for work.
Sometimes it feels like I live in hotel bars more than my own home,” $name2 said, setting his glass down on the bar. $name1 nodded, her gaze flicking from his glass to his face, and back again.
“I know the feeling,” she said, her voice soft. “Sometimes I think my husband forgets what I look like.”
$name2 raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression. “Yeah? What makes you say that?”
$name1 took another sip of her martini, the melting ice cubes clicking against the glass. “We had a bit of a fight before I left. Well, more than a bit.
It was a full-blown argument, the kind that leaves you feeling drained and questioning everything.
You know how it is, sometimes you just need to get away, clear your head, forget about the bullshit for a while.” She paused, her gaze drifting to the dance floor where a couple swayed to the soft jazz playing in the background.
$name2 watched her, his expression softening. “I do know how it is. Sometimes being away from everything, even for just a little while, helps you see things more clearly.” He took another sip of his whiskey, his eyes meeting hers over the rim of the glass. “But hey, enough about the heavy stuff.
I’m not here to rain on your parade,” $name2 said, his voice lightening as he set his glass down on the bar. “So, what do you do for fun when you’re not busy being a rockstar businesswoman?”
$name1 laughed, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “Rockstar businesswoman, huh? I like that. Well, when I’m not busy with work, I love to paint. It’s my escape, my way of forgetting about everything else and just losing myself in something creative.”
$name2’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. “No way, I’m an artist too. Photography, mostly.
I love capturing moments, seeing the world through a different lens. It’s my way of making sense of things,” $name2 said, his eyes lighting up with passion.
$name1 felt a spark of connection, her heart fluttering slightly. “That’s beautiful. I’ve always found photography fascinating. There’s something about freezing a moment in time that’s really powerful.”
$name2 nodded, his gaze intense. “Exactly. And what about you? What kind of art do you create?”
$name1 smiled, her fingers tracing the condensation on her glass. “I’m more of a traditionalist.
I work with oils, mostly landscapes and portraits. I find there’s something so profound about capturing the essence of a person or a place,” $name1 explained, her eyes lighting up as she spoke about her passion.
$name2 leaned in, intrigued. “That’s incredible. I’ve always admired the way painters can make a simple canvas come to life. It’s like they’re breathing souls into their work.”
$name1 laughed softly, the sound warm and inviting. “Thank you, that’s a beautiful way to put it.
Glancing down at her glass, $name1 took a deep breath. Fuck it.
“How do you fancy taking these drinks back to my room?”
$name1’s eyes widened slightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at $name2. She had known where the conversation was headed, but the abruptness of his question made her pulse quicken.
She took a deep breath, her gaze flicking to his lips before returning to his eyes. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, her voice a low whisper that was drowned out by the soft music playing in the background.
$name2’s smile widened, his hand reaching for her glass before placing both drinks on the bar. He stood up, his eyes never leaving hers, and offered her his hand.
“Shall we?”
$name1 placed her hand in his, feeling a jolt of electricity at his touch. She could feel his warmth, strong and confident, as he helped her slide off the barstool. They weaved through the crowd, their shoulders brushing gently as they made their way to the elevator.
The ride up to her room was silent, the air thick with anticipation. She could feel his gaze on her, but she didn’t look at him, not wanting to break the spell. The elevator dinged softly, announcing their arrival.
As they stepped out, $name1 turned to face him, her heart pounding.
The elevator doors slid shut behind them, enclosing $name2 and $name1 in a hushed, metallic cocoon. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the soft hum of the descending elevator.
$name2 turned to face $name1, his eyes searching hers in the dim light. She felt a jolt of electricity at his gaze, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
$name2 reached out, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle, yet electric, sending a shiver down her spine. $name1’s breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his.
The elevator dinged softly, signaling their arrival at her floor. The doors slid open to reveal the sterile sanctuary of dark wood and muted tones, the sleek bathroom and the inviting bed.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the bustling city below, starkly contrasting the room’s intimacy. The only signs of life were the bedside lamp’s low, flickering glow and the city’s distant hum.
$name2 stepped out of the elevator first, his hand still wrapped around $name1’s. He led her into the room, his gaze scanning the space before settling on the bed.
“Nice place,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
$name1 nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at him. “It’s just a hotel room,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
$name2 turned to face her, his eyes dark and intense. “Just a hotel room,” he echoed, his voice laced with a hunger that made her pulse quicken.
He took a step closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, a soft, gentle touch that sent a jolt of electricity through her. “But it’s our hotel room.
Just for tonight,” $name1 whispered, her voice barely audible.
$name2’s eyes darkened, his thumb still tracing her bottom lip. “Just for tonight,” he agreed, his voice a low growl.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tantalizing kiss. $name1 let out a soft moan, her fingers gripping his shirt as she pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, their tongues meeting in a dance of desire and longing.
$name2’s hands began to trace $name1’s body.
They started at her shoulders, slowly moving down her arms, her sides, and finally resting on her hips, pulling her close. $name1 could feel the heat radiating off him, her body aching for more contact.
$name2’s mouth left hers, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, his hands journeying along with his lips. His teeth grazed her skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. $name1’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, $name2,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her head thrown back.
“Don’t tease me like this.”
$name2 chuckled low in his chest, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Patience, beautiful. I want to savor every inch of you.”
He continued his journey, his lips and hands exploring her body like he was mapping out a landscape. His hands slipped under the hem of her shirt, his fingers tracing her waistline. $name1 shivered as he slowly pulled her shirt up, revealing her bare skin. He kissed every inch he exposed, his mouth hot and wet against her cool skin.
$name1’s breath hitched as he reached her bra, his fingers deftly unclasping it with a flick of his wrist. The garment fell away, leaving her breasts bare, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
$name2 took his time, lavishing attention on each breast, his tongue circling her nipples until they were tight and aching. $name1 arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, her fingers fisting in his hair.
“God, yes, $name2,” she gasped, her hips bucking against him, seeking friction.
His hands gripped her ass, pulling her against him harder, the heat between their bodies scorching.
“Come on, beautiful, you want it? You want my cock inside you?” he growled, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
$name1 nodded, her breath coming in desperate pants. “Fuck, yes. I want it. I want you.”
$name2 smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “How badly do you want it, $name1?”
She moaned, her body aching for him. “So fucking badly. I need it, $name2.
I fucking need it,” $name1 pleaded, her voice trembling with desire.
$name2’s grin widened, a predatory smile promising everything she craved. He stepped back, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled it off, revealing a chest that was as hard and chiseled as she had imagined.
$name1’s eyes roamed over his body, taking in the muscled planes and the dark dusting of hair that led down to his belt. Her mouth watered at the sight.
$name2’s hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with slow, deliberate movements.
$name1 watched, her breath hitching as he unbuttoned his pants, the zipper sliding down to reveal the bulge of his erection straining against his boxers.
She licked her lips, her body aching for him.
“Fuck, you’re a tease,” she muttered, her voice ragged with desire.
$name2 chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. I want to make this last.”
He pushed his pants down, his boxers following quickly after. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and $name1’s eyes widened at the sight.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, her mouth watering.
$name2 smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “You like what you see, beautiful?”
$name1 nodded, her voice hoarse with need. “I fucking love it.”
$name2 took a step forward, his cock bobbing slightly with each movement. He reached for $name1’s skirt, his hands gripping the fabric and pulling it up, inch by inch. $name1 lifted her hips to help him, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Jesus, $name1,” $name2 murmured, his voice laced with hunger as he revealed her lace panties.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
$name1 let out a soft whimper, her body aching with anticipation. She reached for him, her fingers brushing against his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles.
“I want to taste you,” $name2 growled, his voice low and guttural. He hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs, leaving her completely bare. $name1 released a shaky breath, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
$name2 knelt before her, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in. His breath was hot against her pussy, sending shivers down her spine.
$name2 leaned in, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of her lips.
$name1 gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, $name2,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. “That feels so goddamn good.”
$name2 chuckled, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her. He parted her folds with his tongue, exploring her most intimate place with a hunger that drove her wild. $name1 could feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue as it lapped at her clit.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned, his voice muffled against her flesh.
$name1’s legs trembled, her fingers clenching in his hair as she rode his mouth. She could feel the heat building within her, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“I’m close, $name2. So fucking close,” she panted, her hips grinding against his face.
$name2’s hands gripped her ass tighter, his tongue flicking against her clit with fervent intensity. $name1’s body tensed, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
$name2 held her tight, his tongue continuing to lap at her, drawing out every last sensation until she was a quivering mess.
As $name1’s breath finally began to even out, $name2 stood up, his cock standing proud and hard. He grinned down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You taste like fucking heaven, $name1. I’m not done with you yet.”
$name1 looked up at him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his cock. “I want to taste you too,” she said, her voice thick with lust.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling the silky skin over hard steel. $name2 hissed, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Fuck, $name1, your hand feels so good.”
She stroked him, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, feeling the pre-cum dampening her fingertips. She brought her hand to her lips, sucking her fingers into her mouth, tasting him. “Mmm, you taste good.”
$name2 groaned, his eyes darkening with desire. “Come here,” he growled, pulling her to her feet. He turned her around, pressing her against the wall, his body flush against hers.
She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing into her lower back. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her ass against him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, husky growl. “I want to fuck you, $name1. I want to feel your tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
$name1 moaned, her body aching with need. “Yes, $name2. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
$name1 arched her back further, presenting her wet pussy for $name2’s thick black cock.
She could feel it, hot and hard, pressing insistently against her entrance. $name2’s hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he steadied her. He nudged the head of his cock against her opening, teasing her with slow, torturous strokes.
“Fuck, you’re wet, $name1,” he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble in her ear. “Your pussy’s begging for my cock, isn’t it?”
$name1 moaned, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I need it. I need you inside me.
I need it now, $name2,” she begged, her body writhing against his as she pushed back, trying to take him in.
$name2 chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that sent a thrill down her spine. I want to savor this.” He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her in place.
He slid the head of his cock inside her, just an inch, then pulled back out, teasing her with slow, torturous strokes. $name1 whimpered, her body aching for more, her pussy clenching around the tiny bit of him she could feel.
“Fuck, $name2, don’t tease me. I need more.”
$name2 laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against her back. “You want more, baby? You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
“Yes!” $name1 cried out, her hips bucking against him, trying to take more of him inside. “Give me your cock, $name2. All of it. I want to feel you deep inside me.”
$name2 chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous. “You’re so fucking greedy,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
$name2 began to slowly edge his inches inside $name1.
She could feel his thickness stretching her, filling her in a way that made her moan with both pleasure and discomfort. Her body was adjusting to his size, her wetness lubricating the way for him.
“Fuck, $name1, you’re so tight,” $name2 groaned, his voice ragged with effort and desire. “Your pussy’s gripping my cock so fucking good.”
$name1 pushed back against him, taking more of him inside her. More. I need more of you inside me,” she gasped, her fingers scratching at the wall as she braced herself against the pressure.
“Give me all of it, $name2. All of your big, fucking cock.”
$name2 let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he began to thrust deeper. He slid another inch inside her, making her moan and push back against him. “That’s it, beautiful. Take it all,” he encouraged, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
$name1’s breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling with each inch of him sliding inside. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it stretched her wider and wider.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat.
“God, $name2,” she gasped, her forehead pressing against the cool wall as she fought to accommodate his size. “You’re so fucking big.”
$name2 groaned, his body trembling with the effort to go slow. “You’re doing so good, $name1. Just take your time, baby. Take all of me.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. His hands gripped her hips tighter, steadying her as he continued to push deeper.
Then, after the slow start, the slow gentlemanly entrance. It started. $name2’s hands positioned on $name1’s hips, and the onslaught began.
$name2 began to fuck $name1, hard.
His hips slapped against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through her body, her pussy stretching and adjusting to the size of his cock.
“Fuck, $name2,” $name1 gasped, her voice hoarse with exertion. “You’re so deep. I can feel you all the way inside me.”
$name2 groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You’re so fucking tight, $name1.
Your pussy’s gripping my cock like a vice,” $name2 growled, his voice ragged with effort and desire.
$name1 could feel him, all of him, every inch of his thick, hard cock sliding in and out of her. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through her body.
“More, $name2. Give me more of that big, black cock,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of moans and grunts and the wet, sucking sound of flesh meeting flesh.
$name2’s hand reached around, his fingers finding her clit and beginning to circle it, sending jolts of pleasure through her body like lightning strikes.
“Fuck, yes, right there,” $name1 panted, her voice a ragged whisper. “Touch my clit, $name2. Make me come all over your cock.”
$name2 obliged, his fingers moving faster, the pressure on her clit building with each stroke.
“That’s right, gorgeous. Come for me. Come all over my cock,” he growled, his voice a low, dirty whisper in her ear.
$name1 felt the pressure building, her body tensing as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her.
“Fuck, $name2, I’m close,” she gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. “I’m going to come all over your big, black cock.” “Good girl.
Give it to me. Let me feel you come,” $name2 urged, his voice a harsh growl.
He increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers moving faster, harder.
$name1’s breath hitched, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. “Fuck, $name2! I’m coming!” she cried out, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.
$name2 groaned, his hips slamming against her ass as he rode out her orgasm. “Fuck yes, $name1. That’s it.
$name1’s breath hitched as $name2’s cock filled her completely, stretching her to her limit. She could feel every inch of him, deep inside her, her pussy clenching around him like a fist.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” she gasped, her fingers scrabbling at the wall for purchase. “I can feel every fucking inch of you.”
$name2 let out a low groan, his hips pressed tightly against her ass. “Jesus, $name1. Your pussy is like a goddamn vice.
I can feel you squeezing my cock,” $name2 groaned, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts.
$name1 could do nothing but moan in response, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She clenched around him, feeling every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it slid in and out of her.
“Fuck, $name2,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “You feel so fucking good. I want more.”
$name2 chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that made $name1’s insides clench with anticipation. “More, huh?
You want more of this big black cock, don’t you, beautiful?” $name2 purred, his voice laced with a dark and sultry edge that sent shivers down $name1’s spine.
He began to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. $name1 let out a low moan, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt him fill her once more. She was still so sensitive from her orgasm, every thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
“Yes,” $name1 breathed, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. “I want all of it, $name2.
Give me your fucking cock.” $name1’s words were a desperate plea, her body aching for more of him. She could feel her pussy pulsing around his cock, her inner walls clenching and unclenching as he slid in and out of her.
$name2 groaned, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down $name1’s spine. He began to move faster, his hips slapping against her ass with increasing force. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a dirty, wet symphony that made $name1’s heart pound.
“You like that, don’t you, beautiful?
You like feeling my big black cock stretching your tight little pussy,” $name2 growled, his voice thick with lust. His hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to fuck her with a brutal intensity.
$name1 could do nothing but moan in response, her body trembling with each hard thrust. “Fuck yes, $name2. Give me all of your big, black cock,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
$name2 threw his head back, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he began to pound into her with wild abandon.
The force of his thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through $name1’s body, each stroke filling her completely and then withdrawing, leaving her gasping for more.
“Oh fuck, $name2, right there!” $name1 cried out, her body trembling with each hard thrust. “Harder, fuck me harder!”
$name2 obliged, his hips slamming into hers with a force that had her back arching and her fingers grasping at the wall for support. The sound of their bodies coming together was loud and wet, a symphony of flesh meeting flesh that filled the room and sent a thrill through $name1’s core.
She could feel every inch of $name2’s thick cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation overwhelming and intense.
“Fuck, $name1, your pussy is so fucking tight,” $name2 groaned, his voice ragged with effort and desire. “It feels like a goddamn vice around my cock.”
$name1 moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. Give me all of it, $name2.
Your big, fucking cock, she begged, her voice ragged with need. She pushed back against him, her body aching for more, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.
$name2 growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he began to fuck her with a brutal pace. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through her body, her pussy stretching and adjusting to his size.
“Fuck, $name1,” $name2 groaned, his hips slapping against her ass with force.
“I’m going to cum!”
$name1 could hear $name2’s breathing begin to quicken.
She felt his fingers digging into her hips as he began to fuck her with a brutal pace.
$name1’s breath hitched as she felt him swell inside her, her inner walls clenching around him. “Oh god, $name2, I can feel you. I can feel you getting ready to cum.”
$name2 let out a low groan, his hips moving faster, slapping against her ass with each thrust. “Fuck, $name1, your pussy is squeezing my cock so fucking good. I’m close, baby.
With little warning, $name2 pulled out. $name1 felt her pussy suddenly become empty, lonely, but she instinctively knew what to do.
She turned around, her eyes meeting $name2’s, and she dropped to her knees before him. She looked up at him with wide, hungry eyes, her lips parted in anticipation.
“What are you doing, beautiful?” $name2 asked, his voice a low growl.
$name1 didn’t answer, instead she reached out and took his cock in her hand. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned in and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
$name2 let out a low groan, his hands fisting in $name1’s hair. “Fuck, $name1.
That feels so good,” $name2 groaned, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. $name1 took him in as far as she could, her eyes watering slightly from his size and thickness.
She pulled back, her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft as she slid her mouth back up to the tip.
She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, as she took him back into her mouth again. She began to bob her head, her mouth moving up and down his cock, her tongue swirling around the head each time she reached the tip.
There it was, the tense. The groan.
$name2 began to fill $name1’s mouth with his thick cum.
$name1 eagerly swallowed every drop, her eyes watering with the effort.
“Fuck, $name1,” $name2 growled, his hips bucking as he emptied himself into her mouth.
When he finally finished, $name1 pulled back, her lips glistening with his cum. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. “Mmm, you taste so good, $name2,” she purred.
$name2 grinned down at her, his chest heaving with breath. “Damn, $name1.